THE GREAT CAKE RACE
Name: Cake race
Type (Mode): Survival
System: iPhone
Seed: Jamios skin
Should I mention that "Cake race" is some sort of insulting code for "Come, and watch me die in a quite humiliating way"?
It's completely and TOTALLY true. I can tell you the whole story...
It was 6:30 at night, and it was decided that I was going to have a sleepover with my friend, who asked her mom if we could play Minecraft. Little to my surprise, she said we could for the next 45 minutes, until 7:15 pm.
Before this, we thought of an idea to see who could make something in the least amount of time. We were just unsure of the process, and we hadn't a clue what to make. As for when we were stumbling up the corridor of stairs, we thought of the idea for cake.
So the cake race began! Or so I thought. I took me at least ten seconds to realize she wasn't directing me through the steps, and I didn't know WHAT I should do.
So, I went down a river and just HOPED I got lucky. (What else would I do?) Well, I guess I forgot to cross my fingers for good luck, not bad, because what do I run into? A spider. A vicious, blood-thirsty, red-eyed SPIDER. Not only that, before this, a skeleton shot me 3 times, (before I decided to punch it's organs out) a creeper blew up half my lives, and a zombie and a spider decided to finish me off. Apparently, dying of thirst and hunger wasn't humiliating enough.
So while a friend of mine was placing the slaughtered sheep's wool, from the sheep she named "Elvis," into the "Hair of fame," I was frantically pressing the 'respawn' button in attempt to chop down an oak-wood tree.
The rest of the story goes (at least as far as I know); My friend won the cake race but she never made a cake. You might think, "How is that possible?". Well, how about I put it this way; IF I gave her enough time, she would have done it. Where with my tries, they weren't exactly tries, they were pitiful attempts.
This would have never happened if it wasn't for that birthday sweet marathon.